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Sunday, July 8, 2012

My Village

Miles away my village
Through rocky thorny way, yet
I love going there

Across the farm greens
Caressing thin coarse leaves
I love going there

Wading the slimy mud
Slashing in shallow river beds
I love going there

Chasing butterflies
Taunted by honeybees
I love going there

Warbling pastorals
Chartered on a bullock-cart
I love going there

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